To the accompaniment of insanity, the Doctor walks back down Dame Kelly Holmes Close with his hands in his pocket. Rose creeps up behind him with a cheeky grin on her face and a cupcake with the ball bearings on it. They laugh and act cute and stare at each other and grin and make out with their eyeballs. The triumph turns more intimate, still towering but sweeter. More romantic. This is how they get you. "Ball bearings you can eat! Masterpiece!" Rose watches the Doctor for a few more seconds and then throws her arms around him, holding him tight: "Ooh, I thought I'd lost you." So did he. "Nah! Not on a night like this! This is a night for lost things being found. Come on!" London and the entire world population of 2012 trying desperately not to fucking barf.

Rose and the Doctor walk down the road together, the Doctor insisting that he wants to see the games. She begs him for clues as to how they do, he teases her that "Papua New Guinea surprises everyone in the shotput." She asks if he's joking, and he doesn't answer; she asks again, a little quieter. "Wait and see!" he tells her. Fireworks fully explode overhead as Rose and the Doctor are dancing off down the street hand in hand, giggling, tiny pink pigs floating in the sky with ponies and rainbows, daisies sprouting out of their asses, tiny hats that say Kiss Me Quick and whatever. "You know what," Rose says, "they keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will!" And the Doctor stops dead in his tracks: "Never say never ever." Rose, dodging anvils big as buses, is quite confident: "Nah. We'll always be okay, you and me." The Doctor doesn't answer; she asks again, a little quieter: "Don't you reckon, Doctor?" And he looks up -- up, up -- into the sky, into the fireworks, the physics and chemistry, the destruction and the beauty, and he thinks: "Something in the air. Something coming." The Bad Wolf music begins to play. "A storm's approaching." Rose glances nervously at the Doctor, and shivers. I hate that next week's a two-parter. You deserve a week between to think about what you've done.